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Reminds me of a numb-nuts who broke into my car years ago with the intention of driving off in it. He disappeared when he realised my car had a steering wheel lock and keyed kill-switch, but left his his cheque book behind (we assume it fell out of his back pocket).

When the cops went to the bank branch and asked the teller behind the counter who the cheque book belonged to, the teller told them it was his. He was promptly arrested, charged, convicted, made to pay reparation for the broken side window … and lost his job at the bank.

Obviously that was back in the days when committing a crime and getting caught had consequences.

Blue Tim

And he had an ordinary 1st name.

Jimmie

Stocks or a good floging would do him the world of good. I’d give 50 cents that his brain cells have been permanently addled by too much weed/P smoking.